#Chapter215
Two hours later I’m regretting the road trip as we stop for the fiftieth time so I can get some air. The nausea seems to take over anytime we get on the road and I’ve had to stop and throw up a few times already; seems my morning sickness likes to rear its head badly the second a vehicle is involved.
/"I’m sorry./" I grimace as the waves of nausea roll over me. He holds my hair away gently rubbing my back while I grip my bottle of water. I’ve been sick a few times already and no longer embarrassed at Jake seeing it. I need him with me to hold me and hold back my hair.
/"No, baby; I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would make
you sick like this, we should’ve just asked Mamma fly to
New York for a visit./" He helps me up from my perch
